[The first thought Leon has, with Stahn beaming like this and holding his hands so tightly and pressing even closer, is that it's incredibly warm to sit here like this. The fire at their side, the warmth of Stahn's expression and smile, and...well, it's a little like holding the attention of the sun. He has the warmth of the sun's shine focused entirely on him at this moment, and...
How could anyone be cold, in a moment like that?
There's still a lot that needs to be understood, he knows that. He's not entirely sure what he agreed to or what this entails (while, at the same time, being perfectly aware of just what he's agreed to--it's an odd contrast), and he's not entirely sure what Stahn is expecting either.
But... it also doesn't matter. He knows Stahn. Just like before, Stahn is perfectly willing to step back and let Leon do what he needs to do, or give him the time to process and understand. He won't push. They'll... be okay.
Later, everything will come crashing back for Leon. Later, he'll realize that this is the end of their mission, and Stahn is still going to go home. He's still going to be alone, even if this is happening now. The end result is still the same. Later, he'll remember.
But right now, it's hard to think about things like that, or really anything else when Stahn looks so incredibly happy... a sort of all-encompassing happiness that Leon can only blink in response to, expression somewhat slack in his surprise. He's not sure what he was expecting in response to his words, really. Perhaps he should've expected this. But it isn't in his nature to think that something like that from someone like him could make someone like Stahn that exuberant.
Leon's lips part slightly as if to speak, but really, he's still stunned by the sheer amount of warmth here; he doesn't know what to say, especially not in response to something like "I'll make sure you don't regret it". All of the things Leon could say--well, they'd be harsh, and grim. Reminders that Stahn can't be sure of that. Reminders that there's no way for Stahn to do so for sure.
So... Leon doesn't speak. He doesn't allow any of those words to escape him. It's better this way, after all; sometimes, even Leon tires of negativity.
Sometimes, even Leon would rather just soak up the warmth, and feel the tension dissipate as easily as that, as though it had never existed in the first place. Sometimes... that much is okay, he thinks. So it's enough that he accepts what Stahn is saying, a soft breath escaping him as his shoulders slowly slump, and he doesn't pull away from Stahn properly pressing his forehead to Leon's, because at this point...the slow, steady progress of physical affection has allowed him to acclimate himself well enough and prepare himself enough that it's not surprising. It's not at all startling.
And... coming from Stahn, and expecting it as he is, it really doesn't bother him at all. Not any more, anyway.
Isn't it enough to relax, and accept the gestures that Stahn is trying so hard to give him?]
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How could anyone be cold, in a moment like that?
There's still a lot that needs to be understood, he knows that. He's not entirely sure what he agreed to or what this entails (while, at the same time, being perfectly aware of just what he's agreed to--it's an odd contrast), and he's not entirely sure what Stahn is expecting either.
But... it also doesn't matter. He knows Stahn. Just like before, Stahn is perfectly willing to step back and let Leon do what he needs to do, or give him the time to process and understand. He won't push. They'll... be okay.
Later, everything will come crashing back for Leon. Later, he'll realize that this is the end of their mission, and Stahn is still going to go home. He's still going to be alone, even if this is happening now. The end result is still the same. Later, he'll remember.
But right now, it's hard to think about things like that, or really anything else when Stahn looks so incredibly happy... a sort of all-encompassing happiness that Leon can only blink in response to, expression somewhat slack in his surprise. He's not sure what he was expecting in response to his words, really. Perhaps he should've expected this. But it isn't in his nature to think that something like that from someone like him could make someone like Stahn that exuberant.
Leon's lips part slightly as if to speak, but really, he's still stunned by the sheer amount of warmth here; he doesn't know what to say, especially not in response to something like "I'll make sure you don't regret it". All of the things Leon could say--well, they'd be harsh, and grim. Reminders that Stahn can't be sure of that. Reminders that there's no way for Stahn to do so for sure.
So... Leon doesn't speak. He doesn't allow any of those words to escape him. It's better this way, after all; sometimes, even Leon tires of negativity.
Sometimes, even Leon would rather just soak up the warmth, and feel the tension dissipate as easily as that, as though it had never existed in the first place. Sometimes... that much is okay, he thinks. So it's enough that he accepts what Stahn is saying, a soft breath escaping him as his shoulders slowly slump, and he doesn't pull away from Stahn properly pressing his forehead to Leon's, because at this point...the slow, steady progress of physical affection has allowed him to acclimate himself well enough and prepare himself enough that it's not surprising. It's not at all startling.
And... coming from Stahn, and expecting it as he is, it really doesn't bother him at all. Not any more, anyway.
Isn't it enough to relax, and accept the gestures that Stahn is trying so hard to give him?]